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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SWAVAY
SWAVAY
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Jones
Andre Jones
Songwriter
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lawrence Shannon
Jeffrey Lawrence Shannon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coupe
Coupe
Producer
Juberlee
Juberlee
Producer
Andre Jones
Andre Jones
Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

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Oh, oh-oh, oh Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Oh, oh-oh, oh Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah If I had a million dollars, bet my life would change No more jugging for my shit and no more saving change I ain't gon' lie, I get a mill', no, I ain't coppin' chains I'd rather split it with my mans so all our lives can change You see, we act the way we act cause we lack finer things And learn to shoot 'cause no one took us to no riffle range And even if it's contradict to tell me put my gun away So conflicted in my mind sometimes, I wanna run away, damn (Oh, oh-oh, oh) Round and round and round we go (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) Lord, take me to where the streets is gold (oh, oh-oh, oh) Wanna go somewhere nobody knows (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) (Oh, oh-oh, oh) Round and round and round we go (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) My whole life I've been fiending for (oh, oh-oh, oh) To go somewhere nobody knows (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) Yeah, uh I'm the leader out my friends and that's just how it is (just how it is) Know they depending on me so I gotta make it big And it's no pressure, these streets raised a go-getter So I surround myself with smart niggas that know better So nah, we don't need lectures, we off all the peer pressure I might die tomorrow, my mind's nowhere near next semester My feet wetter I'm in the streets so I see better Knowing I can make it one day so mom can sleep better Shorty never home, I ain't gon' lie, it's hard to eat better Hard to think that I could fly away with all these weak feathers Like I never had shit, 'cause I never had shit Thank God, my momma had some sense to move me out the city 'fore I ended up dead For bullshit and then bad shit Got me thinking, I'm the reason mom keep gettin' cancer All this stress I be causing and all this madness I wake up every day and every day is blackness, damn (Oh, oh-oh, oh) Round and round and round we go (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) Lord, take me to where the streets is gold (oh, oh-oh, oh) Wanna go somewhere nobody knows (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) (Oh, oh-oh, oh) Round and round and round we go (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) My whole life I've been fiending for (oh, oh-oh, oh) To go somewhere nobody knows (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah) (COUPE) Uh, yeah Yeah Yeah, for sure Yeah Uh, yeah How far am I willing to go? Do whatever it takes just to blow Spend my whole life chasing dreams How far am I willing to grow? I'll never forget 'bout the days me and ma shared a room and I slept on the floor Man, growing up, we was so poor More than often, we hung our head low I look in the mirror and see Really everyone in, except me Hard to embrace who I am When inside, think it's nothing to be I think I'll start acting like those who I saw on the streets or I see on TV Everyone except me, everyone except me Cause who would wanna accept me? Do I be who I be? Yeah I don't hit the bottom, nigga Of course, I land on my feet But when does this come to a break? Seem like everyone else got it straight I'm just fighting for leftover plate Fuck a drink or a slice of the cake Sometimes I just wanna run away, yeah, uh
Writer(s): Andre Kahliel Jones, Jeffrey Shannon, Edward Iii Cooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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